More than anything (Alastor X Reader)

Back To Reality

A/N: Brief mentions of violence in this chapter. Not in a lot of detail but may be disturbing to some.
** NOT MY ARTWORK

Alastor couldn't look you in the eyes. Every time he tried, his mind forced his head back to the purple sky. You weren't bothered by this story, however. Your friend in a bottle removed any negative emotion from your skull. You were still conscious enough to realize that Alastor was extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to say something, anything that may soothe your mind, but words escaped him.

"I don't think Shawn used magic." You spoke in an attempt to break this silence.
"But one of the older girls there did. Shawn had her mask any marks or scars before the girls performed." You tried to say this without slurring or stuttering. However, your drunken state was almost impossible to mask at this point.

"I looked in a mirror for the first time yesterday. I finally saw my demon form. However, it wasn't true. Her powers are still hiding the truth." You stood up and walked in front of Alastor. "Al— will you show me? I don't have magic like you. I- I just want to know the truth." Alastor's face rose to finally meet your eyes. His smile almost turned into a frown at this point. Almost.

Without saying a word, he walked into your bathroom with you following closely behind. As you stood in the mirror, you gave him a knowing look as he reluctantly snapped his fingers.

It took you some time to register this new face. You barely saw your demon form as it was, but this. This was different. Your forehead had a scar that reached from one side to the other. It was jagged and twisted. You suddenly remembered the barbed wire around your head that he turned into a crown for you. Your nose was scarred from the stitches he put into it during a game he would play with his friends. However. The most recognizable one was the one on your cheeks.

The knife that cut into your mouth had not healed the way you thought. Instead of some scarring around your lips, they were separated. Elongating your mouth into... well. A smile. You gave a toothy grin at the monster in the mirror. It was almost indistinguishable from the one that plastered Alastor's face. You were a little frightened by this, but even more so from Alastor's expression. He was unphased by this change in your appearance. His eyes didn't fall, his posture didn't change. In fact, he just took another drink from his glass and walked back to the balcony.

"You don't have anything to say?" You said in an angered voice, almost shouting. You stormed outside behind him to find him relaxing in his chair.

"I just poured my soul out to you, showed you a side of me that I didn't even know about and you just... don't care? You're gonna act like nothing changed?" Your intoxication was very apparent at this point. Your words slurred and you stumbled as you walked towards him.

"Nothing changed for me." He said plainly.

"What the fuck does that even mean?!"

"You didn't change for me." He drank from his glass once again and took a drag from a newly lit cigarette.

A realization hit you. You fell back into your seat to register what he just said. He knew. He could see the real you from the moment you met. It all started to make sense. Everything that baffled you before began to fall into place.

"You could see it the whole time." You said plainly, "I-is that why you..." You trailed off, no longer able to find the words you wanted to say.

"Yes, I was mesmerized by your smile. I didn't need to know how it happened, I just wanted to treat you with whatever kindness you needed. It seemed like you hadn't received it in a while." The static in his voice became faint, almost completely silent.

"I don't really know how to ask this..." You trailed off once again. Your intoxication stole the words from you.

"I already masked it. You'll look like the same beautiful demon you saw yesterday." He said, reading your thoughts.

"Thank you, Al... Will you still be able to see it?"

"I will."

"Good." You weren't sure why you said this. A part of you liked that it was a little secret between you and him. Something that you will both know, but not be able to share with anyone else.

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The night turned to day as you and Alastor continued to drink peacefully. You two talked for hours like nothing else mattered. After the emotional start to your night, you two decided it would be better to leave the emotions for another day and to share stories of a more positive caliber.

"You know it's about that time to start the day." You laughed as you spoke.

"Nooooooo It's noooottt." Alastor's drunken state completely changed his normally calm composure.

As if on cue, three knocks could be heard from your door:
"Y/n, we have breakfast downstairs if you'd like anything." Charlie called out.

You and Al couldn't hold it together as you both broke out in hysterical laughter. You weren't sure what was so funny but neither of you could stop the uncontrollable laughs.

"Ummm. Okay well—" Charlie didn't finish her sentence and just walked away from the door, seemingly puzzled.

"Not gonna lie, I'd kill for some pancakes right now." You finally spoke after the laughter died down.

"Alright. Alright. We'll get some pancaaaakes. I gotta freshen up though. Angel wouldn't lets me hear the ends of its if he sawed us drank together." His slurring words didn't register with you since you were both intoxicated. Al was much farther gone than you were at this point. You knew that Al wouldn't be able to make it to his own room without falling over.

"Al, just take the suit you gave me. I'll change into some of my new clothes. I don't think you should be walking too far at this point." Your words came out somewhat jumbled but cohesive enough to sound sober.

Al looked over at you and looked down at the suit you've been wearing all night.
"But you look so good in it. How could I ask for it back?" He gave you puppy dog eyes as if to beg for you to keep it on. You rolled your eyes and give him a gentle smile. You stood up and put his arm around you. His ankles were still swollen so you wanted to help him as much as you could at this point.

You made your way down the hall to what you presumed to be his room. He unlocked the door to reveal a room similar to yours but with antlers and antiques decorating the walls and tables. You brought him over to his bed and rest him down. You went to the dresser to pick out a new suit for him but by the time you turned around he was already asleep. You figured it was probably best to let him sleep off the night before. You turned to leave his room but stopped as you were about to turn the handle. You looked back at him.

"I liked wearing your suit too."